The Swing



Fallen leaves.
Withered tree.
Time stood still.
I will come to the garden
caress dreams
of children and our home.

I left love
calming for me the whole world.
I was looking for her all my life.
Now it's too late.
Miles Davies cuddles loneliness.
I'm a girl swinging in the past.




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2018-02-14 at 21:35

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This is perfect and honest. I love it.
Ashe
2018-02-15



There's a wonderful sureness to this poem. Brava!
2018-02-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this very much.
(bookmarked)
2018-02-15


John holliday
Enjoyed reading thisone....loved the rythmn Miles Davis and a Girl swinging in the past....a lazy trumpet solo echoing in my mind
2018-02-15